Yesterday, I was going through my music archives from back when I was in high school. I came across a song, that brought back a very particular and painful period from high school where I had an experience with a girl from hell who also turned out to be a fugitive running from the law. This has prompted me to tell my story about my own personal bullying experience during my sophomore year, much worse than what I endured back in Detroit. This defining moment of my life will forever stay with me.
This particular song reminds me of a bullying incident years ago back when I was in high school, there was this goth girl named Rachel, who had moved from Long Beach, California to Beverly Hills, MI, during my sophomore year. I have to admit, she was cute, she wasn't fat nor too skinny, average weight that a girl should be, about 5 foot 9, and a roundish face, and I can say, she was a very pretty girl. She smirked a lot, which made her more attractive, but she was an absolute witch. Everybody, from staff and faculty to the entire student body cowered and trembled in fear every time Rachel set foot in the building.
She would always wear these oversized cargo pants with chains all over them, steel toed boots, a black hoodie - the teachers had to tell her several times to remove the hood, after which she terrorized the entire class - and black makeup and lipstick...and had beautiful black hair......well, she had the typical goth look.
Rachel ended up in four of my classes after she had arrived from California. Whenever she walked into class, everyone would literally go silent. About a month after Rachel arrived, she started bullying my classmates. This one girl, I remember, was shoved by Rachel and told to move out of her way. The girl told Rachel off. Around lunchtime, I was in the commons, eating lunch, and I suddenly hear screaming. There's Rachel, in the middle of the hall, pummeling away at this girl's face, and screaming at her. Her face was contorted into one of pure hatred and rage. It took four other guys to pull her off the girl.
I got a weird vibe from Rachel from then on.
Me personally, I went on about my business and ignored her, which in fact gained her undivided attention. One day, myself, another student and my teacher were outside the trailers consoling each other over the events unfolding in New York and Washington DC that day (Part of the school was undergoing renovation on that dark and horrible September day in 2001) and Rachel happened to walk by. She flipped the girl and the teacher off, to which effect I turned and said to them both "well, THAT's rude".
Rachel heard this, of course, stopped in her tracks, turned around, then glared at me. We both maintained eye contact with each other before she stormed off back into the building.
Later in the day, I heard her gleefully reveling over how many people had died in the attack.
That same afternoon, I noticed her following me home. Still, I didn't think much of her figuring she lived in the same subdivision I did.
A week later in class, she asked me why do I ignore her. I told her exactly why. I said "you aren't a nice person to deal with, and after seeing you pummel that girl's face in last week over nothing, and flip all three of us off three days ago, only to hear you gloating about the deaths of 3000+ people later on in the day I'd prefer you stay away. Far away. From Me. You're sick."
That's when I noticed Rachel's right eye begin to twitch, and I knew I struck a nerve. She grabbed me by the throat and shoved me against the wall, prompting the teacher and another student to intervene. She then screamed in frustration, stormed out of the class, slamming the door so hard the glass pane broke.
She assaulted me every day after that, be it throwing food at me in the lunchroom, slamming the locker door shut and breaking my hand between the locker door and the frame, tripping me up, then kicking me with every ounce of force she had with her steel toed boots, fracturing eight ribs, etc.
By January, she was stalking me every chance she had. My nightmare had come true
One night, when taking out the trash, Rachel came out from around the corner of the house (She was watching me and my family eat dinner the entire time) and tackled me. I had the little hatchet with me in my hand, as I had to break up the old wooden table we had just thrown out, so I gave the girl one nice hard whack on the skull with the blunt end. At the same time, my mom heard the commotion and came out onto the carport.
Rachel had her hands around my throat and was trying her best to strangle me with her bare hands, but I kept whacking her with the butt end of the hatchet. By this time Rachel had let go, and was screaming, then started crying from the pain, she looked up to see my mom with a .38 pistol in her hand and ran.
The next morning after I arrived at school, Rachel slapped the ever-loving shit out of me.
I noticed that she was singling me out more and more, than the other kids she usually picked on, and I continued to ignore her more and more, and finally, one December day, I had enough and told her ass off. This only served to piss her off. I didn't see her in the rest of my classes that day......until i left to use the restroom.
Things took an almost deadly turn that same day I unloaded on her, I had left class to use the restroom. I had gotten to the boy's bathroom door when I got a whiff of an off-type musky scent (and it wasn't weed). I sniffed again, and i hear a "thump". I turned around, and there was Rachel, barreling out of the women's restroom at full speed, snarling and high as hell.
The last thing I remember thinking is that this girl is three hundred times worse than what I endured from the multiple ignorant people back in the Detroit Public School system.
She tackled me full force, she and I hit the wall and I ended up cracking my skull on the floor, knocking me out. I didn't remember anything else after I came to in the hospital. I was later told from other students that Rachel had waited for me, she had been watching me, and had stabbed me about eight times, then proceeded to beat me senseless with some thick iron pipe (She left it behind when she fled the school) until I was an unrecognizable mess on the floor. The principal had said that there was blood everywhere, and that Rachel was literally drenched in my blood as she ran past him. I died twice on the operating table, but was brought back.
Rachel never came back to school. Later, it was found that she paid an elderly couple to pose as her grandparents in order to enroll in the district.
Eventually, the police and the FBI got involved, and they hunted for Rachel for a good two months before she was found renting a motel somewhere on Woodward. She had bludgeoned her dad and her younger sister back in Long Beach, after she and her dad had argued over another violent bullying incident there. Apparently that's when she fled here to Michigan.
She was charged with 3 counts of attempted murder, (me, her dad, and her sister), felony assault (for the freshman kid back in California she beat in front of the student body in an attempt to humiliate him) and sentenced to six years. The last I heard, she was released in 2007, and was looking for me, but does not know my whereabouts. I pray to Agni that I never come across this homicidal bitch ever again.
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Woow this is a beautifully designed Horror experince probably Horror Movie... Indeed you are a talented writter
But if this story is true, that girl needed psych attention but the school authory may have not noticed; But i think its much of a short story
You shouldn't have gone anon because you wrote an intersting Horror story
Oh course she needed psych attention. The girl got her rocks off by hurting people. Its true though. It made the local news.
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